Undercover Penguin Gang

However, the biggest difference between adults and children is that adults have good self-control, especially when facing such wild emperor penguins that may be scared away by themselves at any time.

Han Zhen closed his eyes, reluctantly took his hand off the little penguin's head, stepped back a few steps, and said, "Just like this, wipe it dry, will you?"

The emperor penguin tilted its head and looked at Han Zhen for a long time. When Han Zhen thought that this round of communication had ended in failure, he sighed silently, and was about to put the handkerchief back into his bag again, when he suddenly walked up to Han Zhen in silence. In front of him, he lowered his head under his surprised gaze.

Han Zhen blinked: What do you mean?

Looking around between the handkerchief and the penguin's hairy head, Han Zhen asked tentatively, "... want me to wipe it for you?"

The penguin didn't squeak, but buried its head lower.

It seems that he really wants to help himself.

Han Zhen couldn't help laughing and rolled his eyes, he really likes this little penguin, do they have a good understanding?Otherwise, why does it always know exactly what it wants to do.

With a light cough, Han Zhen tried to lower the curvature of the corners of his mouth to make himself look as serious as possible, and put his handkerchief on the penguin's head again.

The little head under the veil feels round and warm to the touch, which makes people love it.Han Zhen's hands and feet were nimble. After drying the penguin's head, he moved down the neck, brushed the hard black short hair on the back, rubbed on the snow-white and soft fur belly for a long time, and finally stopped.

"Okay!"

Han Zhen let out a sigh of satisfaction, the touch of the little penguin's belly is so good, if possible, he would like to rub it a few more times.

Professor Han got his wish, but the emperor penguin didn't seem very happy, because it was "violated" by Han Zhen through the towel for a long time, and the damp short hair on its body was raised in bunches, crooked, looking like a penguin. A thorny ball of fried hair.

Although such a little penguin is also very cute in Professor Han's eyes, the emperor penguin obviously doesn't like his appearance. It patted the messy soft fur on its stomach with its short wings and walked away with a dark face. Sort it out slowly.

Seeing that it turned its back to him and got angry, Han Zhen shook his head and smiled, and took advantage of the time when it was grooming to untie his rucksack, intending to use the locator to see where he floated, and report the situation to the organization by the way. How to go back to Kunlun Station.

Compass, lighter, goggles...

Han Zhen searched through the inner and outer compartments of the backpack, but he couldn't find the locator.

Strange, it's obviously placed in the backpack storage bag together with the communicator.

Hmm, maybe I remembered wrongly.

Han Zhen tapped his forehead with his index finger, and began to rummage through his coat pockets again.

The clothes he was wearing were cold-proof and waterproof clothes specially made by the Chinese Antarctic Scientific Expedition Team. The left and right pockets were very well sealed, so that not only would things not be lost, but even water would not get in them.

But now, both pockets are empty.

Now Han Zhen is not calm anymore. He thinks his memory is fine, but the fact is that he can't find the locator and the communicator. Could it be that he lost them while wandering around with the little ice floe?

It was like pouring a bucket of cold water on the head, cooling Han Zhen's heart.

The locator is similar to GPS, and the communicator is the only tool for him to contact the Kunlun Station. Now that these two things are lost together, it means that he can neither determine his specific geographical location nor contact the organization for assistance.

In other words, he is now in an extremely dangerous state of being out of contact, and he might have to fend for himself for a long time to come!

God!If the search and rescue team couldn't find him, wouldn't he have to spend his whole life on this ice and snow continent where every day should not be said to be ineffective?

After recognizing the current situation, Han Zhen calmed down and carefully analyzed the possibility of his rescue.

The terrain of Antarctica is single, with ice and snow everywhere, and there is no clear dividing line between several continents, and they all look basically the same. It is almost impossible to rely on unique landform features to judge where you are.

However, Han Zhen roughly calculated that he was in a coma for a total of ten hours. According to the average Antarctic current speed, he had drifted a maximum of 48 kilometers. This is still without turning, so he must still be staying at Prince Charles Snow Mountain. Wilkes Land where he is located, as long as the search and rescue team pays close attention, he will be rescued within [-] hours.

But how to spend these 48 hours?

There are also unopened compressed biscuits and small fish cans in the backpack. Although the taste is not very good, it will definitely be fine for a few weeks in an emergency.The clothes on him are thick enough, and there is a replacement down jacket in the bag, so there is no need to worry about keeping warm from the cold.

So the only thing to do now is to sit in place and wait for the search and rescue team to find him.

Thinking of this, Han Zhen heaved a sigh of relief, no matter what, it is good to have hope of surviving.

His frowning brows were slowly relaxed, and he sat cross-legged facing the sea, resting his chin with his hands, quietly looking at the blue sea waves in the distance.

The sea in Antarctica is so blue that it is refreshing. Just looking at it from a distance, I feel that my eyes and hearts are washed by sea water, and it suddenly becomes brighter.

But Han Zhen didn't enjoy this beautiful scenery for long, because soon, a huge black shadow blocked his sight.

"Well, have you combed it?" Han Zhen raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the bright black pupils of the Emperor Penguin against the light.

The emperor penguin didn't say anything, just looked at him in silence for a while, then suddenly turned around and walked a few steps, then stopped again, looking back at Han Zhen.

Han Zhen froze for a moment, the little penguin was about to say goodbye to him?

He hesitated for a while, finally sighed and waved to the emperor penguin.

Although he did have the idea of ​​bringing it back to the Kunlun Station, the United Nations has a regulation on the Antarctic scientific expeditions of various countries. No scientific research personnel are allowed to interfere with the normal life of Antarctic creatures, nor can they be taken back for research without permission, Han Zhen Nature will not violate it.

He shook his head regretfully, thinking that the little penguin would leave after saying goodbye, but the emperor penguin not only did not leave, but took two steps closer to him, and continued to stare at him silently.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Han Zhen saw a hint of displeasure in its eyes.

The emperor penguin stared at it for a while, seeing that Han Zhen still couldn't understand what he meant, so he had to waddle back, patted Han Zhen's shoulder with the tip of his short wings, and then stood quietly. in front of him.

Han Zhen blinked blankly: what is it doing, playing with me?

He looked down at his right shoulder, and then at the face of the little penguin. His eyes met. Professor Han couldn't hold back his smile.

He didn't want to let the little penguin go at first, but now it came back by itself, playing in his arms.

"Don't you want me?"

He stood up on his knees, brushed off the snowflakes on his hands, his eyes were bent into slits, and he smiled happily.

Emperor Penguin: "..." Why is this person so narcissistic?

It let out a vague murmur from its throat, turned its back and rolled its small eyes, ignored Han Zhen, and staggered forward again.

This time Han Zhen did not hesitate and followed decisively.Since the little penguin wants to play, let's play with it for a while. Anyway, the rescue team will not come so fast, as long as you don't go too far and get lost.

The emperor penguin walked ahead, and was relieved to hear the footsteps following closely behind.Fortunately, this human being knows how to keep up, which means that he is not that stupid.

There was a hint of warmth in its eyes, and it couldn't help but glance back, just in time to meet Han Zhen's bright smile, and then...

The little penguin turned black in minutes!

What is the meaning of this expression of watching kindergarten children playing house?

I'm sorry, but according to Professor Han, the highest IQ of a penguin will not exceed the first grade of elementary school...

Unaware of the low air pressure emanating from the little penguin, Han Zhen said in a good mood, "What should I call you? Do you have a name?"

Before the penguin could respond, he asked himself and answered, "There must be, but it should be the way your partners call each other. I don't know how to read it."

As he said that, he took two steps forward with a smile, and stood side by side with the emperor penguin, and said, "Why don't I choose another one for you, a human name that I can pronounce, okay?"

Because I always wanted to keep pets when I was a child, Han Zhen had taken countless pet names in private, and today I finally let him play it!

He frowned, and without waiting for the little penguin to respond, he touched his chin solemnly and said, "Let's think about it, people say that a humble name is easy to support, so how about calling you Wangfu or Lucky?"

The corners of Emperor Penguin's eyes twitched.

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't like Chinese names. James, Kobe, and Jordan are all good. Victoria and Elizabeth are also very nice, but if you like them all, then we can take turns calling them one by one every day..."

"Sharvert."

A deep and helpless voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Han Zhen's chanting, like a precious classical cello, mellow and pleasant.

"Xiawote? Well! It's a good name, not many people call it, so don't worry..."

The words came to an abrupt end, Han Zhen stopped abruptly, subconsciously adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and stared at the back of the emperor penguin who was half shorter than him through the thick lenses.

"...Shavert?"

There was a tremor in his voice, not because of fear, but because of suppressed surprise and excitement.

"Ah."

The emperor penguin also stopped, turned around and looked at Han Zhen with a slight smile in his dark pupils.

"Siavert, my name."